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"welcome to adoption day!" a man shouts, a bright smile spread across his aging face "please, come in! come in! the orientation is beginning soon!" yoongi smiles halfheartedly at the man ushering them all in. he turns to his friends, seokjin and hoseok, who dragged him along, and sighs. "he seems far too enthusiastic for my liking." "well, you have to be in order to pawn these guys off. no one wants to adopt a hybrid from some miserable son of a bitch." hoseok snickers, shuffling in behind seokjin, who shakes his head disapprovingly at the boy's words. they head into a meeting room. yoongi shrugs, "i guess, but he could at least act like a normal human being." "it's all part of the show,” seokjin whispers, taking a seat in one of the rows of chairs. yoongi wonders briefly why he's even here. he wasn't interested in adopting a hybrid, only the two lovebirds he came with were. hybrids weren't all that fascinating to him in all honesty. he learned about them in school, just like everyone else. he learned about their history, how they were made, what they were like, what they needed, but he didn't want one. they seemed like regular humans to him, except their obvious differences(some not so obvious). he’d made himself clear on his stance when his friend asked him to come, but here he is anyway. he looks around, watching the room and seats fill quickly. it seems like there's quite a few people interested in adopting a hybrid. yoongi isn’t one of them. he was just dragged along by the two lovers beside him. as soon as the chairs are filled, the same overly enthusiastic man from before walks out in front of the crowd, a microphone in hand. "hello, everyone, and welcome to adoption day here at brookeridge!" yoongi sighs, resting his elbows on his knees as the man continues. "i'd like to thank everyone for coming! it means so much that you all are interested in meeting our boys and girls! we're excited to give them new homes, where they can be taken care of better than they can here!" the man rambles for quite a while after that, but yoongi stopped paying attention shortly after. there was only so much enthusiasm he could take before it became too much. "before i start rambling," a few people laugh, "let's start this orientation!" hoseok nudges his elder, trying to grab his attention, "hyung, this is the important part." yoongi sighs, sitting up and looking at the man in the front. "as you know, hybrids are part human, part animal. all hybrids you see today are half- how do you say- house pet." he smiles softly, "at brookeridge, we have dogs, cats, rabbits, and hamsters. these species make for the most humanlike hybrids. there's very few differences in one of our hybrids and a human. which, in our opinion, makes for equal treatment in their lives." yoongi hums, thinking this over. "in korea, hybrids are legally allowed to be adopted at five, but here, we keep them until our psychologists deem them emotionally, mentally, and physically ready to be adopted. that could be at any age from five to twenty. we put our hybrids' safety and wellbeing first. which leads me to my next point; if you see a hybrid you're interested in, the hybrid them self gets to decide if they want to go home with you or not." yoongi perks up at this. it was a brilliant policy. a hybrid's senses are like a child's. if they sense danger, they'll stay away, and that's exactly why this policy was in place. "this ensures that our hybrids are going home with someone they feel safe with. it's all too often that you hear about hybrids being beaten by their owners. we've virtually eliminated the possibility of that happening." yoongi feels his initial resolve slowly crumbling the more the man spoke. whether it be the adoption center's policies, or the thought of having a chipper hybrid bouncing around his house slowly worming its way into his head, he became more and more open to the thought of adopting. curse hoseok and seokjin for dragging him along. yoongi stares at his watch, waiting for the man to get to something interesting again. he turns to his friends, sighing at the sight of them utterly engrossed in what the man was saying. curiosity slowly infiltrates his mind, and yoongi soon finds himself daydreaming about having a hybrid to come home to. he sighs, his attention being pulled away from his thoughts and aimed at the man still speaking. "as you know, or should know, when hybrids were created, there was only one flaw in their making; heats." the man pauses, "both male and female hybrids experience heats and ruts. naturally, they occur every month, on suppressants, twice a year. the females all experience it the same, but it's- different for every male," he pauses again, but this time, it's due to him becoming uncomfortable, "i won't go into detail in this setting. if you're curious, you can see miss han up at the front." but yoongi isn't curious. he's seen enough porn about hybrids in heat(thanks, namjoon) to know what the man means. some of the male hybrids take it up the ass, others don't. it's simply explained as sexual preference. it’s the same for humans. there was no need to make it seem so disgustingly taboo. it's 2019 for fuck's sake. "our hybrids are put on suppressants after their first heat. it's healthier for them, both mentally and physically to do it that way. it's up to you and your hybrid to decide if they want to go off of the suppressants once you've adopted them, though." a woman to the side of the room raises her hand, the man motioning at her to speak. she clears her throat, "how is it healthier to put them on suppressants?" the man thanks her for the question before answering. yoongi pays close attention at this point. he’s quite curious about this as well. they didn't teach everything in school. "heats are a very hormonal and vulnerable time for hybrids. animals have a very basic instinct to imprint and bond, mate, if you will. if you mix that with a human's emotions, you get a hybrid that suffers without a mate during heat. both emotionally and physically, the hybrid will be in pain. it just makes it easier to endure when they're with someone they trust. since the hybrids here aren't adopted and don't have owners or mates, we make things easier by minimizing both the frequency and length of their heats." the woman that asked the question thanks him, and he finally ends the 'orientation'. "i think i've spoken enough for one day," he laughs, "if you need additional information, which we encourage you to get before adoption, you can go see miss han." yoongi groans softly, stretching out in his seat as much as he can, before glancing over at hoseok and seokjin who seemed to be doing the same. "now, i think it's time to let you see the boys and girls of brookeridge!" "it's about damn time." yoongi grumbles. it’s only a few moments before a side door opens and over a dozen hybrids walk in. yoongi can feel the energy in the room shift to a more excited and airy atmosphere. he almost hates it. the man clears his throat before speaking again, "i'll leave you all to meet our boys and girls! thank you again for coming!" several people stand, immediately heading toward the hybrids. "yoongi, come on." seokjin nudges yoongi, pulling him to his feet. "why did you drag me along again?" hoseok scoffs, "so maybe you can find someone who'll make you less of a recluse." seokjin gasps, flicking the back of his boyfriend's head. "what? i'm right!" "fair enough." yoongi grumbles, following the couple as they head over to the group of dog hybrids. "hello there," hoseok smiles that smile of his and yoongi swears he can see half of their tails perk right up. one of them, a light brown haired boy, rushes forward and bows at hoseok, greeting him more enthusiastically than anyone yoongi's ever seen. "hello! i'm park jimin!" hoseok laughs softly, "hello, jimin, i'm hoseok." at that point, yoongi decides he's seen enough and walks away from his friends and their new acquaintance. he heads back to his seat in the middle of the meeting room, plopping down with a huff. the room is relatively noisy, people laughing and talking, some loudly, some quietly. yoongi wishes it was just a bit quieter so he could sleep until hoseok and jimin decide to leave, but it seems to only be getting louder. he sighs heavily, studying the hybrids spread out across the room. most of them are shorter than him, but that isn’t saying much. yoongi isn’t exactly tall. when yoongi finally takes his eyes away from the large group of people, he sees someone coming towards him. he thinks it's just a person for a moment until he sees the same nametag on him as all the rest of the hybrids. yoongi only gets the chance to read the word ‘bunny’ before the boy speaks. "um, can i sit here?" yoongi stares at him for a moment, both dumbfounded and awestruck. "i- uh, yeah. go ahead." yoongi almost slaps himself because did he just fucking stutter? sure, the boy is probably the most gorgeous person yoongi's seen in his whole goddamn life(and he's friends with kim seokjin), but yoongi doesn't stutter. he never stutters. well, until now, apparently. it's silent for approximately five seconds before the boy speaks up. "sorry, if i bothered you,” he all but whispers. yoongi looks at him out of the corner of his eye and sees him fiddling with his fingers. "you didn’t, i’m not doing anything." the boy nods, opens his mouth like he's about to say something, then closes it and continues messing with his fingers. yoongi takes the opportunity to get a better look at the kid. well, maybe 'kid' wasn't the most accurate term. the boy couldn't have been younger than eighteen, yoongi's sure. though he does have the typical full cheeks of a teenager, and the puffy, innocent eyes. he carries himself with more maturity than most teenagers, so yoongi assumes he must be an adult. yoongi looks past his eyes and down at his nose. it's probably the cutest nose yoongi's ever seen, and he's no expert in noses, nor has he ever thought someone's nose is anything more than just a nose. he looks past the boy's nose, and trembles. okay, so min yoongi is incredibly homosexual. more gay than the two currently looking at a hybrid to adopt together, but he's sure even a straight man would salivate at the sight of this kid's lips. right? they're so cute. while his top lip isn't plump, the bottom is. absolutely kissable, if you ask yoongi. okay, maybe min yoongi's not entirely normal either, but in this world, who is? "i can feel you staring at me." the boy speaks, of course, in a whisper, and yoongi's eyes widen. "fuck- i'm sorry, i- um, why'd you want to sit here?" 'good job, yoongi,' he thinks to himself. the boy hesitates a bit, "you look nice," he pauses, "and the alphas in my wing were teasing me." yoongi frowns, "why?" he shrugs, "no one was interested in me." "oh," yoongi stares at his lap, "i'm sorry." the boy shrugs again, "it happens every year." yoongi feels a surge of disgust and disbelief swirl in his chest. who wouldn't be interested in this boy?! he literally looks like an angel. "what's your name?" "jeon jungkook." jeon jungkook. yoongi thinks he could almost get used to the name. "and you?" jungkook asks, turning to look at him. yoongi notes that this is the first time he's seen jungkook's face fully, and he can't help but fall speechless. he's beautiful. "m-min yoongi." jungkook's eyes are so bright and full of life. they already have galaxies in them, but yoongi would have robbed the universe of light to put it in his eyes.he can’t even find it within himself to care that he stuttered yet again. "how old are you, yoongi?" his name rolls off the hybrid's tongue so easily, and yoongi wishes he would stop asking questions for a moment. at least until he could get his breath back. "i'm twenty-four." jungkook nods, "i'm twenty." yoongi nods his head dumbly, still openly staring at jungkook, who either didn't mind or didn't notice. "s-so, are you thinking of adopting?" jungkook stutters, biting the sides of his fingernail.
well, now he is.
"uh, yeah." he perks up at this. "really?" the hybrid smiles and yoongi thinks he could get used to a smile like that. "yeah," he finds himself smiling back at the boy. this seems to have elevated jungkook's mood. yoongi can feel the excitement radiating off of him. "how long have you been waiting to be adopted?" jungkook shrugs, a soft smile still on his lips, "since i turned fifteen." "and no one's been interested?" he shakes his head, “not exactly. it’s that, and i’m waiting for the right person.” “you’ve been waiting five years for the right person?” ”yeah, but it’s okay. i think it was worth the wait.” yoongi pays no mind to the ‘was’ that slipped out of jungkook’s mouth, and nods along. they quickly drift off into conversation after this. hushed words about their hobbies and such. excitement is still mingling between the two of them and yoongi(once again) can't stop himself from thinking about how nice it'd be to have the boy at home with him; to have someone to talk to and make meals with. seokjin was right. yoongi really did need someone to make him less of a recluse. he was desperate for love of any kind. desperate for a reason to get up everyday. maybe someone like jungkook would be good for him. and maybe he could be good for jungkook, too. the boy seemed shy, more shy than any hybrid yoongi's met before, ‘alpha or omega’. they could be good for each other, right? before he could even think to stop himself, yoongi interrupted the boy beside him and spoke. "i don't want to seem eager, but i'd be really happy if i could maybe-" yoongi struggles a bit, suddenly shy and awkward beneath jungkook's hopeful gaze, "if i could-", jungkook sits up in his chair, turning to yoongi with a large smile. "take you home? is that how you say it?" jungkook's eyes light up, "really?!" yoongi nods, finding it hard not to smile, "if that's okay. i'd really like to." "yes, yes, yes!" jungkook hops up, grabbing yoongi's hand and leading him out of the meeting room. "come on, hyung! let's go see miss han!" yoongi tries not to think about how jungkook said he was waiting for the ‘right person’, and how eagerly he said yes, but it lingers in his mind as he and jungkook sign forms and collect his belongings. on the way out, he makes eye contact with hoseok and seokjin, who look surprised, but give him a thumbs up anyway. yoongi turns back to look at the bright boy and feels his chest warm for the first time in a long, long time.
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"well, this is it." yoongi says, opening the door for jungkook. "whoa," jungkook sighs, walking through the door with an armful of bags, pillows, and stuffies. yoongi had asked miss han about them, and she informed him that most hybrids, especially 'more submissive types', as she had said, seek comfort in stuffed animals. it wasn’t a problem, so he had no qualms with it. "sorry for the mess. i wasn't really planning on having anyone over." yoongi chuckles, helping jungkook bring his stuff into the living room. "you weren't? i thought you were planning on adopting?" jungkook whispers, taking a seat on the sofa with yoongi. the elder can see the confusion on the young boy's face. yoongi's cheeks turn red, "well, i wasn't planning on it," he rubs the back of his neck, "but i guess you changed my mind." this time the hybrid turns red. ‘cute’, yoongi thinks. "so," he suddenly exclaims, "there's a guest bedroom down the hall from my room. do you want to go see it?" jungkook nods excitedly, jumping up from the sofa and following yoongi down the hall. yoongi smiles to himself, glad he'll be seeing the bubbly boy everyday from now on. "normally, my friends come over and crash here, but since you're here now, they can go home to sleep like i've been telling them to for years." yoongi chuckles, opening a door to a relatively small, but cute bedroom. "i-" jungkook shifts, "i'm not going to be a problem, am i?" yoongi looks at him incredulously, "god, no. it'll be amazing having you around. i can already tell." jungkook smiles up at him, playing with his fingers before turning to the room. "i've never had my own room before. i wonder what it's like." he says it more to himself, and yoongi remembers miss han had told him that all the hybrids shared rooms all their lives as a way to improve social skills. he thinks it'd have been better to just let them go to public schools, but there's no use dwelling after so many generations of practice. yoongi watches the hybrid walk around the room, open the closet doors, and look out the window. "i already know i'm really going to like it here, hyung." jungkook smiles, warming yoongi's heart from across the room. "i'm really going to like having you here, jungkook." “that’s the first time you’ve said my name.” “is it?” jungkook smiles, “yeah, i like the way you say it.” the two smile at each other for a moment, pink dusting their cheeks. "are you hungry?" yoongi suddenly says, his stomach growling almost on cue. jungkook nods, following yoongi out of the room and into the kitchen. "i figure there's no point in asking a million questions about each other right now, since we'll find it all out sooner or later." yoongi says, opening the fridge and cupboards, "but i do need to know what you'd like to eat." jungkook’s eyes light up, "can we have fried chicken?” yoongi smiles bigger than he has in months, "anything you want,” he could fall in love with a boy like this.
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there's a knock on yoongi's bedroom door, and despite how badly he wants to ignore it, he knows it's jungkook, and he knows he shouldn't ignore him. it's storming, and yoongi knows all too well that jungkook can't sleep during storms. he learned that only a few days after the hybrid came home with him. though, it wasn't all that bad. maybe not for yoongi anyway. jungkook was scared, but yoongi got to cuddle with him, so it wasn't horrible. "yeah?" he calls out, eyes barely open as he sits up in bed. jungkook opens the door, poking his head inside the room, "hyung?" yoongi mumbles in response, turning on his lamp. "can i- can i sleep with you tonight?" yoongi nods his head sleepily, holding his arms out for the boy, "of course, baby." it'd been a few months since yoongi brought jungkook. they grew closer than yoongi had anticipated. it took a week to get past the awkwardness, a month to grow comfortable with each other, and three months for 'baby' to be used on a regular basis. they became this close in just three and a half months, while it took yoongi years to be close with his friends, and he and jungkook are worlds closer. yoongi thought at first that it was because they were living together. they learned nearly every little thing about each other; from the food they like to the way they sleep. there isn't much you can hide when you live with someone, but yoongi later found out that it had something to do with jungkook’s biology. yoongi was up late as per usual, watching whatever was on tv. he ended up watching a talkshow at some point. they were talking about relationships hybrids have with their ‘owners’, for lack of a better term. they said that the hormones or pheromones — yoongi never bothered to remember which — hybrids give off cause their relationships to become stronger much faster than human relationships. yoongi thought it was definitely a good thing. he’s so closed off, it takes ages to get close, and jungkook is so shy, if there weren’t biological factors in play, yoongi doubts the boy would trust him as much as he does. he and jungkook had a near perfect relationship. jungkook makes him happier than he’s been since he was a child. there isn’t a day that goes by when there isn’t a smile on yoongi’s face. jungkook makes life worth living again. and yoongi would protect him and love him whatever the costs. he’d do anything for him. it‘s a dangerous precipice to slow dance on, but the view is incredible. yoongi had almost fallen asleep when a loud crack of thunder woke him up and startled jungkook. "hyung! i don't like it!" "shh, it's alright." jungkook whimpers, "i-it's so loud, hyung." yoongi sighs, wrapping his arms around the hybrid's head and covering his sensitive ears. he starts drifting to sleep as jungkook continues to shiver and whine at every little noise. "go to sleep, baby. it'll be gone by morning." it wasn't. yoongi and jungkook stayed up almost the entire night waiting for the storm to pass. by the time six a.m rolls around, yoongi got an hour or two of sleep and he had work. jungkook’s in the same boat with an hour of sleep. his eyes are bloodshot and puffy, and he's as pale as yoongi. the elder groans, untangling his limbs from the hybrid's with great difficulty. "hyung has to work. can you let go?" the hybrid shakes his head, wrapping his legs around yoongi's hips. "don't leave me, hyung. it's going to storm all day!" yoongi sighs, "i have to work, baby. if hyung's going to buy you that stuffie you wanted then you have to let go." jungkook’s eyes widen and he immediately releases yoongi from his death grip. "you said you weren't going to buy it! you lied to me!" jungkook pouts, folding his arms over his chest. yoongi smiles at the boy, warmth blossoming in his chest for the millionth time since he met jungkook. "you're really pouting? i said i'd buy it for you. shouldn't you be happy, baby?" jungkook’s quiet for a moment, then he turns to yoongi with puppy eyes and says, "i'd be happier if hyungie stayed with me today." yoongi's heart swells, "i'll call in sick." he's so fucking whipped.
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yoongi pulls up to his and jungkook’s apartment building, a soft smile on his lips as he parks. he‘s home a little later than usual, which normally upsets jungkook, but after he shows him why he's late, he's confident the hybrid won't care. yoongi walks up to the building, past the stairs(for obvious reasons), and heads straight for the elevator. the lift is short, since he and jungkook live on the second floor, and when he's upon the front door he can't contain the excited smile on his face. he unlocks the door and steps inside. it's quiet, which is normal, but the house feels unexplainably off. yoongi ignores it, drops his bag in the closet and toes off his sneakers. after thinking it over for a moment he decides to leave jungkook’s present by the door and bring the boy out into the living room to show him. yoongi goes through the house, first checking jungkook’s bedroom, then the bathroom and kitchen, and finally, his own room. the boy’s laying in yoongi's bed, soft sobs wracking his body. yoongi's heart splits in half. "jungkook? baby, what's wrong?" yoongi immediately finds himself by the boy's side. "hyung-" yoongi lifts him up and onto his lap, holding the boy tightly to his chest. "what's wrong? did something happen?" jungkook shakes his head, hands grasping tightly to yoongi's shirt. god, yoongi thinks he can feel every bit of jungkook’s sadness. what could make the boy cry like this? whatever it is, yoongi swears to make sure it never happens again. seeing jungkook so sad makes him want to die. yoongi pulls back, cupping jungkook’s cheeks softly and pressing his forehead against the boy's. he doesn’t move away. "baby, please, tell hyung what's wrong." yoongi rubs the hybrid's cheekbones with his thumbs. "it's just-" jungkook chokes on a sob before continuing, "it's n-nothing, hyung." yoongi runs a hand through the boy’s hair, "you're not going to tell me, are you?" jungkook’s silence is enough of an answer. the boy obviously doesn't want to talk about it, and yoongi isn't going to push him. no matter how much it hurts to see him like this, yoongi knows when to stop prying. he just has to stop jungkook’s crying though. it hurts more by the second. without thinking, yoongi leans in and kisses jungkook’s nose. the hybrid gasps softly, and yoongi continues. he moves to his cheeks, and forehead, his eyelids and chin, everywhere except his lips. jungkook giggles quietly, allowing yoongi to continue until every tear is kissed away. when the elder is finished, he leans back to look at the smile on his face.
right where it should be.
"hyung got you something, baby." the hybrid perks up. "you've been helping me a lot ever since you came home with me, and i think you deserve a reward." yoongi smiles at the excitement on the boy's face, "i know it sucks being home alone all the time. it can't be fun when i'm gone almost all day, and i'm sorry. i'll try to take a day or two off every once in a while so we can spend some time together, because i know the alone time isn't doing you any good." yoongi feels that the mention of being alone makes him sad, so he doesn't continue. only files it away as a possible cause for his crying. "come with hyung, baby." jungkook immediately obeys, standing from the bed and letting yoongi pull him into the living room. the boy is sat on the couch and told to cover his eyes. with a grin, yoongi walks over to the front door and scoops up the giant present(both in size and price) he'd bought for jungkook, and steps in front of the hybrid. "i know you wanted it, and it's taken me a while to save up for it, but i finally got it. i hope it makes being at home all the time a bit easier." jungkook pulls his hands away from his eyes and looks at the huge stuffed bear in yoongi's arms. a huge smile spreads across his face, big enough that yoongi thinks his soft cheeks might crack. "hyung!" jungkook yells, jumping from the couch and onto the bear(and consequently, yoongi). "thank you, thank you, thank you!" jungkook shoves the bear out of the way and wraps himself around yoongi, who laughs as jungkook rubs his cheek all over his neck and chest. "you're welcome, baby."
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"jungkook, get up." yoongi shakes the hybrid awake, smiling softly as he rolls around reluctantly. "come on," "just a few more minutes, hyung." yoongi laughs. he can't decide if jungkook picked that up from him or not. it makes yoongi's heart flutter unnecessarily. "don't you want to see jimin?" at this, the boy perks up and jumps out of bed. "i can be ready in five minutes!" yoongi shakes his head, "you have to eat." "i can be ready in ten minutes!" the elder laughs warmly, leaving the boy to get ready as he starts making breakfast. nothing complex, as yoongi can't cook much, and he doesn't have the time. just some eggs and toast. jungkook comes racing out of his room right as yoongi throws the eggs in the pan. the elder watches jungkook rock back and forth on his feet impatiently. it's incredibly endearing and yoongi feels a newly familiar warmth spread through his chest. don't fall in love, yoongi. "hyung," jungkook groans, "can't i just eat cereal?" "cereal isn't very healthy, baby." "what? yeah, it is! it's full of vitamins and minerals!" "yes, most cereals are, but you only eat lucky charms." yoongi smiles, "and we both know you only eat the marshmallows." jungkook huffs, plopping down in the bar stool in the kitchen in defeat. "can't you cook faster?" yoongi shoots the boy a look and jungkook immediately apologizes. yoongi shakes his head. such an impatient boy. "jimin isn't going anywhere. we don't need to rush." "i know," the hybrid sighs, "but i haven't seen him in so long, hyung." "you saw him last week." "that's a long time!" yoongi laughs, stirring up the eggs and popping bread in the toaster. he supposed a week is a while for them. they were very good friends at brookridge and saw each other nearly every day, so yoongi understood jungkook's impatience. "can i have chocolate milk?" yoongi raises his eyebrows. "please," jungkook adds with a smile. "of course, baby." yoongi nods, grabbing everything the hybrid needs to make it and hands them to him who thanks him sweetly. jungkook always complains when yoongi makes it for him, claiming that there isn't enough chocolate, and that it was gross, so yoongi lets him make his own. in his opinion, the chocolate to milk ratio jungkook prefers is far more gross, but he doesn’t say anything. yoongi hums to himself as he scoops the boy's scrambled eggs onto a plate and hands it to him with a slice of toast. "thank you for breakfast, hyungie!" "you're welcome, cutie." jungkook's cheeks dust pick as he quickly shovels the food into his mouth, gulping down the chocolate milk. yoongi worries he might choke, but the hybrid's done eating before that's possible. "done!" he chirps, dropping his dishes in the sink and running to the front door. "let's go!" yoongi grabs what he needs for work and follows the boy out the door and up the stairs. "do you think jiminie missed me?" "probably, baby, but why don't you ask him?" yoongi ruffles the boy's hair, knocking on hoseok and seokjin’s door. "i can't ask him that! he'll think i'm lame." the elder chuckles as the door opens and the pair are met with a shirtless seokjin. "sorry, guys, we're running a bit late. come on in." he states, pulling a dress shirt on as yoongi and jungkook walk in. "hey, hyung, jungkookie." hoseok smiles awkwardly, zipping his pants up as he enters the front hallway. "hm, i wonder why you two are running late." yoongi says sarcastically. "a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." hoseok smirks, earning a slap upside the head from his tomato red boyfriend. "you have too much pride." seokjin shakes his head, pulling on his blazer and shoes. "jimin’s in his room, jungkookie. let's go, guys." seokjin motions for yoongi and hoseok to come with, but the elder stays behind. "i'll be back later to pick you up, okay? stay out of trouble?" he raises an eyebrow in wait for jungkook's response. the boy nods happily. "bye, baby." yoongi leans in, kissing the slightly taller male on the forehead before turning and leaving. jungkook's heart flutters as he closes and locks the door behind them before turning and running off to jimin’s room. "jiminie!" he shouts, opening the door to his friend's room. as soon as he steps inside, he's hit with a strong scent. it’s heady and his heart thumps. "jimin-" the hybrid's friend pops his head out from the bathroom behind him, "jungkook! i’m sorry!" he pulls the bunny out of the room and closes the door. jimin stands between jungkook and the room, trying to create a barrier, but he smells the same. "what-" jungkook starts, suddenly too lightheaded and dizzy to continue. "you shouldn't have gone in there," jimin shakes his head, leading his friend out into the living room, "are you okay?" jungkook takes a moment, trying to convince himself he doesn't feel completely off balance and on edge, and lies, "yeah, i'm- i'm fine." jimin doesn't seem to believe him. "are you sure? should i get yoongi hyung before they leave?" the puppy hybrid's already heading toward the door, but jungkook stops him. "no! no, i'm fine." which is partially a lie, but jimin doesn't need to know that. the other hybrid raises an eyebrow, "you're sure?" jungkook nods. he feels slightly better than he did a few seconds ago, so he figures it'll be better sooner or later. jimin clears his throat a bit awkwardly, "you're not like, due for your heat soon or something, are you?"
is he?
jungkook’s pretty sure he isn't due for another month or so. he'll be fine. hopefully. "n-no, it's fine. let's just- let's just watch a movie or something. i'll be fine." "do you want butter?" jimin yells from the kitchen. jungkook sits up, "is that even a question? of course, i want butter on the popcorn." jimin nods and quickly pours it over their food before coming back into the living room. "are you sure you're okay, jungkookie?” the bunny hybrid nods quickly, taking a handful of popcorn and shoving it in his mouth. it’s hot, but he can barely feel it. "why?" he garbles over his mouthful. jimin shrugs softly, turning his attention to the television. they're watching the lady and the tramp, jungkook’s pick. "i don't know. you just seem a bit agitated, i guess." jungkook’s face heats up in embarrassment. he'd never tell jimin, but earlier had effected him a lot. he'd been feeling annoyed and warm all day. he didn't mean to bring it out on jimin. "i'm sorry. i didn't mean to act that way." "i know," the puppy hybrid looks at his friend, "i'm not upset. you're just not acting yourself." jungkook nods, laying back on the sofa to watch the movie. they sit in silence for a while, paying close attention to the movie playing. neither of them speak until they hear the distinct sound of keys entering the front door's lock and quickly unlocking and opening the door. "hyung!" the hybrids yell in unison as the second oldest steps through the doorway. "hi, baby," yoongi grins, quickly walking towards jungkook and giving him a kiss on the forehead. jungkook wastes no time latching onto yoongi, who gives him a slightly concerned glance, "hi, jimin." "where's hoseokie and seokjin hyung?" "they're coming," he looks back down at jungkook. he's holding tight to yoongi, pressing his nose into his chest. "are you okay?" yoongi whispers, cupping jungkook’s cheeks to get a better look at his face. "it feels like you're running a fever." the boy’s cheeks seem to heat up even more, "n-no, i'm fine, hyungie." yoongi isn't convinced by this. jungkook’s not a very good liar. the obvious heat emanating from his body isn’t quite helping his case, either. "let's get you home." the eldest says, taking a step back, but the hybrid whines pitifully, shaking his head against yoongi's chest. "baby, are you sure you're okay?" jungkook’s breath hitches. why was the name just suddenly getting to him? yoongi looks to jimin, who's as equally red in the face as jungkook, but he shrugs, as if he doesn't know what's wrong. finally, hoseok and seokjin walk through the door. "hey, sweet cheeks," hoseok smiles, moving towards the puppy and kissing his cheek. "are you leaving now, hyung?" yoongi replies with a simple 'yes', and pulls jungkook into his arms. it isn’t easy, but yoongi does it anyway, "i think jungkook’s sick, so we're just going to go." seokjin steps over, trying to get a look at jungkook who's still got his face buried in his hyung's shirt. "are you doing okay, bud?" the hybrid nods shyly, holding tighter to yoongi. "you'd better head home, then. we'll see you tomorrow." yoongi moves toward the door, grabbing his shoes and leaving, not forgetting to close the door behind him. "baby," he pats jungkook’s back, trying to get his attention. "yeah?" "were you feeling okay this morning? were you sick when you woke up?" jungkook shakes his head, "i'm not sick, hyung." "you're definitely running a fever." jungkook whines again, "i'm not sick." yoongi unlocks their front door and carries the boy inside. he carefully lays the hybrid down in his bed. he'd be able to keep an eye on him that way. when jungkook unlatches himself from yoongi, he immediately turns away. just from his demeanor, the elder knows the boy is pouting. "why're you doing that?" yoongi laughs, sitting beside him, "it's okay to be sick." jungkook might explode at this point. "hyung," he drawls, "i told you, i'm not sick." "oh, yeah? then what's wrong?" yoongi's still smiling, finding jungkook’s childish ways adorable. but the hybrid wants to die. can he even tell yoongi without combusting?"i-" jungkook hesitates, but yoongi encourages him, "i think-" 'can i just die now?' he thinks. "come on, baby, you can tell hyung." now or never, "i think it's my heat."
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jungkook’s moans reverberate throughout the house and yoongi honestly wants to be swallowed up by the ground.why did it have to be this way? why did every hybrid have to go through this against their will? it wasn't fair; it wasn't humane.yoongi can hear the pain in jungkook’s voice. he can hear the hitch in the boy's breath every time he walks past his bedroom, and every time he walks away further than usual. it's such a dilemma. he can't be close to him, but he can't be far away from him either.jungkook had said that he went through heats before, back at brookridge. he said that they weren't that bad, and it only lasts two or three days, that he could do it himself. but now, yoongi isn't so sure about that. it'd already been three days and jungkook’s heat shows no signs of slowing down or stopping.how can yoongi just leave him like this? he sounds like he's in agony.yoongi gets up off the couch, making his way to jungkook’s bedroom. the poor hybrid's sobs get stronger the closer he gets."jungkook?"he whimpers at the sound of yoongi's voice. his breath is coming out in short pants."hyung,"yoongi swears he can feel his heart break further in his chest. jungkook sounds so weak and pained. this must be like torture."are you okay?"the boy sobs. yoongi knows he's shaking his head, probably curling up further to comfort himself."you said last week that your heats weren't that bad back at the adoption center." yoongi sits on the floor, leaning his forehead against jungkook’s bedroom door, "it's gotten worse, hasn't it?"jungkook whines out a simple 'yes', and yoongi squeezes his eyes shut."do you need help?" the elder whispers, but quickly adds, "it doesn't have to be from me if you don't want that, but jungkook-" he pauses, "i know you're in pain, and shit, it's been three days already. i don't know how much longer i can leave you like this. it doesn't feel right."jungkook’s sobs become softer after a moment. he must be thinking."i can take you to the hospital, and maybe they can do something. or-""hyung, jus-" he chokes on a whimper, "just give it a-another day or two. i'll be fine."yoongi wants to tell him no, that it's been long enough, that even if he doesn't want help from yoongi, he needs to get help from someone, but he doesn't say any of that. he just nods his head."okay, baby, just-" yoongi sighs, "just tell me if you need anything.""i'll be fine." he wasn't fine to say the least. by day four his sobs and moans had gotten louder, his breaths shorter. every time yoongi came to check on him, jungkook sounded like he was drifting in and out of consciousness, but even then, he told yoongi he was fine.at the end of day five, yoongi is absolutely ready to take jungkook to the hospital against his will. how can he go on suffering like this? he had been sobbing all day, barely sleeping at night. when he did sleep, the house was filled with whimpers and faint cries of yoongi's name.yoongi told himself that if jungkook got worse through the night, he would take him to the hospital.let's just say, that wasn't going to be necessary.yoongi had barely managed two hours of sleep before his bedroom door opens."hyung," jungkook whimpers, staying glued to his place in the doorway. too afraid to get closer, but in too much pain to walk away.yoongi turns in his sleep, slowly coming to. "wha-""hyung, please,"quickly, yoongi sits up. "jungkook, are you okay? what's wrong? do you need so-""hyung, please, just help me."yoongi rubs his eyes, taking in the sight of jungkook. it's been five days since they saw each other. he looks exhausted, in pain, sick. it hurts yoongi beyond words. all he wants to do is protect him and take care of him.yoongi, half asleep, calls out to him, "what do you need help with, baby?" jungkook whines, his hands forming fists by his sides."tell hyung,"the hybrid squeezes his eyes shut, his cheeks burning red, and sobs out, "please, touch me; make it stop."yoongi’s breath stops in his throat.did jungkook really just say what he thinks he said? is it okay to help him in this state? is he in the right state of mind to even make a decision like that?yoongi doesn't want this to be the result of some inconsolable heat jungkook can't fight off. he doesn't want it to be something jungkook just decided on because he's in pain."are you sure, jungkook? i can just take you to the hospital if you-""no!" jungkook cries, tears falling down his cheeks as he stands there, "no, i want you. please, i just- i just want you. all i’ve ever wanted is you."yoongi feels arousal drip into his stomach and wash over him in waves, but his brain catches up to him before he can make any rash decisions. he tries not to think about the implications of jungkook’s statement."i don't know," yoongi frowns, "we should talk about this, jungkook. it's-"jungkook cries harder, "fine! we can talk about it later, but i need you right now, hyung! i-i’m in so much pain, just- just being with you-""okay, okay, just come here."jungkook shakes his head, "i c-can't. it hurts."yoongi stands up, approaching the shorter boy."s-slowly," he holds his hand out."okay, baby," yoongi whispers, slowly but surely making his way to jungkook, "it's okay."yoongi sighs, wrapping his arms around the hybrid, and pulling him into his chest. he knew it was just the heat, but the temperature of jungkook’s skin nearly terrified him. he was absolutely scorching.jungkook, though, almost melts at yoongi's touch, "god, fuck," he groans, grabbing a handful of the back of yoongi's shirt. the boy shivers, rubbing his cheek across the elder's chest and neck. "you feel so good."yoongi swallows the groan rising in his throat and slowly leads jungkook to the bed. the hybrid doesn't seem to notice or care as he continues marking(at least, yoongi thinks it's marking) him.yoongi pushes down the lust and arousal, reminding himself that this is to help jungkook. it isn’t about fulfilling fantasies.the elder tries pulling himself away from jungkook so he can sit down, but the hybrid won't let him. he sobs quietly, tightening his hold on yoongi. "n-no,”"it's okay, baby. hyung's here. let's just sit down, yeah?"he nods, climbing onto yoongi's bed, not releasing his grip at all."hyung," he whimpers, "please,""shh," yoongi coos, smoothing his hands over the shaking boy's back, "i know, baby. it's okay. hyung's gonna help you."jungkook sighs, burying his nose in yoongi's neck. "can you touch me? please? it hurts."the elder groans, grabbing jungkook’s waist with what could have been a painful grip(but it was more pleasurable than anything due to jungkook’s heat) and turns him around in his lap, so the boy's back is against his chest."where does it hurt, baby? show hyung."jungkook whines, high pitched and breathy, and grabs yoongi's hand, leading him to the bulge in his shorts."here," he breathes, relishing in the momentary relief from yoongi's hand pressing into his groin, "please," yoongi kisses the hybrid's temple, cupping his cock through the shorts he‘s wearing. jungkook lets out a high moan, arching into the touch. he's so, so sensitive. yoongi thinks it won't take much to make him cum at this point."did you touch yourself? in your room?"jungkook nods, grinding into yoongi's palm. "wasn't enough."yoongi hums and kisses jungkook’s shoulder, rubbing him off through his clothes, but it didn't seem to be enough for him after a while."hyung," he drawls, "more.""more?" yoongi smiles, "can you take your shorts off for me?"jungkook nods and lifts his hips off the bed, shuffling out of his sleep shorts to reveal his achingly hard and leaking cock.from his place behind jungkook, yoongi can see nearly every inch of the hybrid, and he can effectively confirm the boy is beautiful down to the very last mole."stop staring, hyung," the boy pouts, reaching to grab yoongi's hand again, "touch me.""sorry, baby." he laughs, letting the boy lead him to his cock.as soon as he wraps his hand around him, jungkook chokes on a moan. his head falls back onto yoongi's shoulder, and as soon as he moves, spreading the hybrid's precum down his cock, his eyes roll back into his head.'cute,' yoongi thinks. he smiles and presses soft kisses behind jungkook’s ear and along his jaw."ah, y-yoongi,"the elder ignores how jungkook’s voice effects him, and tightens his grip on the upward stroke, causing the boy to choke mid-breath."how do you feel now, baby?""god," he gasps, "the best i’ve ever felt."yoongi smirks, softly nibbling on jungkook’s earlobe as he falls into moans and sobs, but unlike earlier in his heat, the sounds are from pleasure, not pain."hyung, god, please," jungkook whimpers, thrusting into yoongi's hand, "i'm so close!""are you gonna cum, baby boy?"jungkook whines out what sounds like a 'yes, god yes', and yoongi grins to himself. he reaches up with his free hand, pushes jungkook’s shirt up, and rolls the hybrid's right nipple between his forefinger and thumb.almost immediately, the boy arches his back and comes with a sob into yoongi's neck.the elder strokes him through it, only letting go when jungkook becomes too sensitive and pushes his hand away.the two sit there until jungkook’s harsh and short pants become soft and steady breaths. until yoongi has kissed every inch of his skin he can reach, whispering every praise known to man."you did so good for hyung; so, so good." the elder says into jungkook hair."did good?" the boy mumbles sleepily. his nose is still buried in yoongi's neck. it seems to calm him down."yes, baby, you were such a good boy." he holds the boy tightly in his arms, "can hyung clean you up? don't want you getting all gross."jungkook shakes his head, "don't leave,""i won't leave, baby. never. i'm just grabbing some tissues." to prove this, yoongi reaches over to his bedside table and grabs a pack of tissues. first, he goes for the mess of cum on jungkook’s stomach, wiping it up before it has the chance to dry. then, his own hands, and finally, jungkook’s now soft cock."ah-" the boy moans, trying to push yoongi's hands away, but to no avail. he was too exhausted."sorry, baby," yoongi kisses his hairline, "has to be done, though."he quickly finishes and throws the tissues away, sighing as he tries thinking of a way to get jungkook’s shorts back up without making him move.yoongi reaches down, trying(unsuccessfully) to drag the shorts back up jungkook’s body. from next to his ear, he can hear the boy giggling sweetly."i can do it, hyungie." he kisses yoongi's cheek and pulls his shorts up on his own, before settling back into his place within yoongi's lap.the elder wants to smother the boy in kisses and hugs and adoration, because, god, he'll never get over how adorable jungkook is, but decides against it. there are more important things to do."are you okay, jungkook?"he looks up to yoongi, smiling softly, "i’m great, hyungie. it feels so good being with you. i shouldn’t have waited so long,”yoongi’s cheeks heat up, and he wonders how that works. how jungkook can suffer for days on end, then immediately feel better in yoongi’s presence. he’d have to do some research.the two stare at each other for a moment, before exhaustion washes over the both of them, and they decide to sleep."can we cuddle now?" jungkook asks sweetly, "it feels like my heat is pretty much gone."yoongi smiles, pulling the boy into his arms and laying down with him. "finally."the hybrid giggles, kissing the dip between yoongi's collarbones."thank you for taking care of me, hyungie.""anything for you."
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weeks pass by, and as expected, yoongi and jungkook never fully talk about what happened. it’s mentioned in passing. they discuss it briefly, then return to their daily activities. to be completely honest, though, neither of them feel like they need to.ever since that night, the two have been unbelievably close. almost inseparable. it takes less and less for them to communicate now; only having to give each other a look to know what the other's thinking. despite this though, neither of them have fully grasped the feelings mingling between them. to them, things are still normal(albeit a lot better, and maybe a bit more warm and fuzzy), but neither of the two mention it in any way."hyung! hyung! they're here! they're here!" jungkook exclaims, jumping enthusiastically around the house, trying to get yoongi's attention(he always has the man's attention, but again, neither of them mention it). "aren't you going to open the door for them?"yoongi smiles, motioning jungkook over to him before returning his gaze to his phone, "namjoon has a key, baby."jungkook nods shyly, having forgotten namjoon has always had a key.this isn't the first time the couple had visited yoongi and jungkook; but it is the first time in almost an entire month. jungkook is excited to see them again, and yoongi would be lying if he said it didn't make his heart do backflips and summersaults in his chest.jungkook sighs contentedly, curling into yoongi's arms on the couch. they hear the front door open, and jungkook’s nose twitches at the scent of another hybrid. he wants to get up and greet them, but staying in yoongi's arms is more appealing."hey, hyung, we brought scrabble!" namjoon states, smiling as he comes into view of the pair cuddling up on the couch.taehyung follows closely behind, smiling knowingly at them, "i hope we're not intruding on something."yoongi shakes his head, finally getting up from the couch. jungkook whines pitifully at the loss of contact and warmth. he wants to be angry at himself for being so clingy lately, but neither of them actually dislike it, so it's added to the list of 'unmentionables'."i told you, we're not playing scrabble again." yoongi sighs, taking the box from the younger and setting it on the kitchen island.namjoon makes a noise, "why not? i love scrabble.""that's the problem; you love scrabble."jungkook snickers, opening his arms wide as taehyung approaches him. they embrace each other tightly and taehyung pulls the smaller hybrid up into the hug and spins him around a bit, both giggling cutely."i missed you, hyung!"taehyung smiles into the cat's hair, setting him down softly, "i missed you, too, little one."jungkook grins widely at the tall puppy hybrid.taehyung is always kind to him, always loving. the two had become very close friends after meeting a few short weeks after yoongi brought jungkook hom. taehyung had become another best friend to jungkook(jimin being his very best friend; always and forever). he's someone the boy can talk to, confide in, and cuddle with while yoongi and namjoon talk about work and music and everything under the sun."jungkook, baby, if you want food you'd better come get it now!" yoongi yells from the kitchen, spooning some rice and a million other foods onto a plate for the boy.jungkoo pushes himself away from taehyung with a smile, skipping into the kitchen to grab the plate."thank you, hyu- this is a lot of food," he frowns."i know, we're sharing."jungkoom shrugs with a simple 'okay', and carefully returns to the living room. he sits himself down on the floor in front of the coffee table and waits for everyone else go get their food."shit!" namjoon yells immediately after a wet flop sound. "sorry, hyung."yoongi groans loudly, "what the fuck, namjoon?""language!" jungkook shouts, moving a bit so he can see into the kitchen. in a heap on the floor, is what looks like a pile of kimchi. the hybrid snickers, “namjoonie hyung made a mess again!”taehyung shakes his head and enters the kitchen, crouching down to clean it up. he shoos the other two off and they return to what they were doing before.yoongi sighs heavily, coming into the living room and plopping down on the floor beside jungkook. the hybrid almost unknowingly curls into the older's warmth. yoongi wraps his arm around the boy's shoulders and smiles.namjoon and taehyung finally make their way into the living room, sitting their food down before getting comfortable on the floor.the four of them sigh, staring down their food. namjoon clears his throat, clapping his hands together."anyone up for some uno while we eat?" "yellow.""god! just kick me while i’m down, why don’t you?!" yoongi yells, denying himself the satisfaction of throwing a chopstick at namjoon's skull."language, hyung!"yoongi falls into a mess beside jungkook. the hybrid comforts him, rubbing his hands up and down the man's back.namjoon snickers evilly, placing a card down on the newly yellow stack. the yellow stack yoongi now has to draw cards for, after just reaching the depressing milestone of ten cards. he had just been at uno two turns ago. is this truly what yoongi deserves? "uno,” namjoon says, smiling triumphantly."i hate you. i hate you so much." yoongi cries. his sobs get increasingly louder and more desperate with every new card he grabs from the deck. finally, after seven cards, he gets a card he can use. it's not yellow, but at this point, yoongi can't afford to be picky.jungkook smiles down at his deck, carefully pulling out a card and setting it on the pile before looking to taehyung. the hybrid smiles at namjoon, then places a reverse card on the pile. jungkook goes again, shoving a spoonful of rice into his mouth.yoongi smirks into his hand, "i'm about to fuck your shit up, kim." the man places a draw four card down, and chooses blue."damnit, hyung!" namjoon yells, drawing his cards and then drawing more to contribute to the pile. "you motherfucker!""fuck you!" yoongi laughs, eating a piece of chicken while watching namjoon suffer. he's happier than he should be.jungkook whines into yoongi's neck, alarming the older."what is it, baby?" he whispers, cupping the boy’s cheek affectionately."you're cursing," the hybrid frowns sadly.the two aren't sure when cursing became a 'no-no', but it has, and yoongi is trying hard not to curse in front of the younger, but he just can't help himself. especially during uno."i'm sorry, baby. we're playing a game, though.""i know," jungkook drawls, "but can't you be mean to namjoonie hyung and not curse?"yoongi stares at the boy, then at namjoon, then back at jungkook. was that even possible?"pretty please, hyungie?"jungkook gives the older the biggest, roundest, and softest eyes yoongi's ever seen, and in an instant, he's agreeing to the boy’s terms."thank you," the hybrid kisses his cheek, "tell joonie hyung, too."yoongi sits up. namjoon and taehyung are arguing amongst each other. probably after one of them put down a card the other didn't like."i've been informed that we can't insult each other with curse words anymore."taehyung smiles, "is that something you're capable of, hyung?""i don't even know."namjoon smirks, "whoa, did you hear that, guys? i just heard yoongi hyung's voice coming from that wall!"jungkook’s eyes widen comically, and he watches yoongi’s features change from confusion to offense."i'm not even that pale!""guys, the wall's talking again! next thing you know, the white sheets on hyung's bed are going to talk, too!""hyung! the game!" jungkook yells, half laughing, half struggling to keep yoongi in his arms.the group settle down, resuming their game."it's namjoon's turn now. i used a reverse card." taehyung says, shoving several different foods into his mouth. yoongi's slightly disgusted, and looks away."i swear to god, if you-"namjoon smirks and places a seven down, but it isn't a blue card; it's red.yoongi looks at his cards, then back at the deck. no reds or sevens. what did he do to deserve such a fate?"one day, you will have to answer to god for your actions, and he won’t be as merciful as me." yoongi deadpans, drawing from the deck before falling upon a red card.jungkook snickers and places a red card down, too. he only has one card left, but he forgets to call 'uno'.taehyung takes his turn after grabbing a card from the deck. he changes it back to blue, then smirks at namjoon who's obviously distressed."god-" he sighs, drawing from the deck, "god!"yoongi and jungkook laugh between themselves, watching namjoon take card after card after card. he finally gets a blue card and wastes no time putting it down."jungkook!" taehyung shouts, pointing at the youngest, "you didn't call uno!"jungkook looks down at his hand, and up at yoongi, "i forgot,"taehyung shakes his head, clicking his tongue, "you know the punishment."when the four had started playing games together, they came up with rules. if one should forget to follow a rule in a game, they get a slap on the wrist from every one else playing. it's childish, and they all know it, but it doesn't make it any less fun.jungkook whines, holding his wrist out for the three. taehyung goes first, giggling as a sharp slap resonates through the living room, leaving jungkook’s skin red and tingling. the youngest curls into yoongi's side, whimpering.namjoon goes next, making sure jungkook isn't in actual pain before continuing. he doesn't hit the boy nearly as hard as taehyung did, and he wants to scold the hybrid for it, but decides against it.jungkook moves his wrist in front of yoongi, waiting for the elder to slap his wrist, but it never happens. instead, yoongi kisses and rubs the pain from his skin. he couldn't find it within himself to hit jungkook. he loves him too much.the hybrid looks up the yoongi, his lip jutting out as he silently thanks him."soft!" taehyung yells, pointing at the quiet exchange between yoongi and jungkook."shut up," yoongi scowls, picking up his deck of cards, a silent request to continue playing. he places another blue card down, and looks to jungkook, who smiles brightly despite his stinging wrist.the boy places his last card on the deck, a blue five, and yells, "i win! hyung, look! i won!"yoongi smiles proudly at jungkook. the hybrid raises himself to his knees and does a little dance, making yoongi's heart flutter happily.namjoon whines, throwing his hand of cards on the table in defeat. taehyung follows(with less theatrics), and hugs jungkook with a smile.the hybrid sits back down, turning to yoongi while taehyung and namjoon clean up."did i do good? are you proud of me?"yoongi grins widely, "you did amazing, baby. i'm so, so proud of you," he pulls the smaller into a hug, kissing the top of his head.
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"jeon jungkook!" a nurse calls out into the waiting room. yoongi smiles nervously at jungkook, "do you want me to come with you?" jungkook plays with his thumbs, avoiding yoongi's eyes before taking his hand with a nod and following the nurse through the back of the doctor's office and into another room. it's a soft blue, and it smells of sanitizer and clean, and jungkook can't stand it. why did his body decide it was a good idea to mess up and make him go to the doctor's? and for something so embarrassing, too. god, jungkook could implode right now. after the nurse collects basic information about jungkook, she leaves with a soft and smiley 'the doctor will be with you in a moment', and suddenly the room is silent. jungkook sighs anxiously, and yoongi squeezes his hand, trying to seem comforting, but his palms are clammy, so it doesn't do much to help the hybrid. "i'm sure it's nothing, baby." the elder says, again, trying to be comforting. jungkook can't even speak right now. how could an early heat be 'nothing'? it never is. for anyone. it could mean so many things, and jungkook's mind is swimming with every possibility. he just wants to get out of this smelly doctor's office, go home, eat a bowl of cereal, and cuddle with yoongi on the couch, but he can't, because he's getting pre-heat symptoms, and that means something's wrong. so here he is; at the doctor's, not eating cereal, not at home, and most certainly not cuddling his favorite person in the world. there's a soft knock on the door before it opens and a middle aged woman walks in. she's carrying a clipboard and there's a pen in her graying hair. she smiles at jungkook, then yoongi, and takes a seat at the computer. "i'm song jieun. nice to meet you, jungkook." jungkook smiles back, halfheartedly, and shakes her hand. "what brought you in today?" jungkook scowls. he knows damn well the nurse wrote down what was going on. why is dr. song asking him? he doesn't want to have to say it. luckily, he doesn't have to. yoongi clears his throat, glancing at jungkook before speaking. "uh- jungkook’s been experiencing some pre-heat symptoms; even though his last heat was only two months ago. it's too early for another, since he's on suppressants." dr. song nods her head, making a few notes on her clipboard before turning back to them. she eyes the two for a short moment, then smiles. "mr. min, may i ask you to leave the room for a moment?" yoongi's eyes widen in confusion, but he nods, slowly slips his hand out of jungkook’s, and then slides out the door. jungkook frowns at the loss of contact. why did she make him leave? just when he's about to ask, song speaks. "what kind of pre-heat symptoms are you experiencing, jungkook? arousal? irritability? cinginess? possessiveness?" jungkook nods his head quickly, "yes, all of them." song hums softly and makes more notes on jungkook’s file. "you two aren't together, are you?" she grins, seeming to already know the answer. jungkook, as embarrassed as ever, shakes his head vigorously. "no, no, hyung's just- he just-" song holds her hands up as if to tell jungkook he doesn't need to explain. "so, you've only had one heat with him?" jungkook nods. "and i assume there wasn't anything-" she pauses, "invasive?" jungkook’s face is redder than it's ever been in his whole life. when is the earth going to swallow him up and end his suffering? "no, nothing like that." "but he did help you, yes?" the hybrid squeaks out a small 'yes', and plays with his thumbs again. "this may seem quite invasive itself, but did you want more than that? were the urges stronger during this heat than they were during others?" jungkook groans in embarrassment, but nods, already feeling hot just thinking about how badly he had wanted yoongi, and how badly he's wanted him ever since. at the time, he could barely keep himself together. it took all those days to push the urges down and ask for just the smallest bit of help. he was out of his mind on lust. "and now, two months after that heat, you're feeling it coming on again?" song asks softly. for what feels like the millionth time, jungkook nods. "alright, i know what's going on here. do you want me to call him back in so we can discuss it?" "yes, please." dr. song opens the door, and calls down the hall for yoongi who was awkwardly and uncomfortably chatting with one of the nurses. jungkook feels jealousy boil in his gut and barely resists the urge to mark yoongi when he comes back and grabs the hybrid's hand. "okay, so from what i've gathered, it seems that the problem here is that jungkook needs a higher dosage for his suppressants." jungkook and yoongi give her a dumb look, and she continues. "every time his hormones are being triggered and fed by someone, it strengthens his heats. which makes the suppressants useless once it passes a certain threshold. this is why most people tend to completely drop the suppressants once a certain level of trust is achieved. the heat and need for hormones surpasses the strength of the suppressants. so, i’d say, after every heat, you'll need to come back and get a higher dosage." "they won't cost anything, obviously. since suppressants are covered by your insurance, and they can be filled next door. one of the only problems this may cause for you two, is that in order to switch jungkook from one dose to another, we need to trigger his heat." jungkook’s face is burning again. where's the end of the world when you need it? "trigger his heat?" yoongi swallows, squeezing jungkook’s hand with his profusely sweaty hands. jungkook would be disgusted if it was anyone but yoongi. "only for a couple of hours. then, tonight he can take his first dose, and tomorrow start taking his suppressants as usual, and things will be back to normal." yoongi looks to jungkook, silently asking him if he was okay with this. jungkook knows he doesn't really have a choice, but he appreciates the fact that yoongi wants to make sure he's comfortable with it. "i- okay. just one day, and then i'll be back to normal?" song nods, "should i fill out that prescription now and then induce your heat?" yoongi and jungkook nod their heads simultaneously. they can totally handle this, right? | upon dr. song's request, yoongi stands outside again. he can barely hear what's going on inside, but what he does here goes straight to his dick. jungkook’s moaning softly, like he was when his heat started. not yet painful, but entirely pleasure-filled. jungkook whines ever so softly, a faint call of yoongi's name, and the elder's knees almost go weak. "shit-“ suddenly, the beautiful sounds stop, and dr. song is slowly opening the door. she smiles, as if she hadn't just induced the poor boy's heat. "he's asleep now, and he probably will be for the next hour or so. i'll have the suppressants filled, but you might want to send someone to pick them up later. this heat may be a bit stronger than what you’ve seen, so it's best not to leave him or take him anywhere." "it might also be good for you to know that when he takes his suppressants later, he'll be very emotional and vulnerable. giving and then taking hormones and endorphins like that sends most hybrids into a depressive state for a few hours, if not a few days. so, i’d suggest staying as close to him as possible until he's feeling better." yoongi nods, cheeks red and hot. be takes in the information, and makes a mental note to ask one of his friends to pick up the suppressants. song pats his shoulder, and turns to leave. before she can though, yoongi stops her. "um, i had a question," yoongi stumbles over his words in his head, before continuing, "last time, his heat went on for about five days before, well, you know- but as soon as he was with me, it ended. why is that?" song grins, and her own cheeks flush slightly, "hybrids tend to feed off of their partner's hormones and pheromones during sex, but especially during heats. there isn't an easy way to explain it, but another person's hormones are what stop the heat. It can take being with them for a few days before the heat stops, or just a few moments. if the hormones are strong enough, the heat will stop. that, or, well-" she hesitates, "the intake of certain bodily fluids." yoongi's entire body bursts with heat from both embarrassment and arousal. he's too gay for this. "oh," she laughs and smiles before turning and walking off. now, to get jungkook home. yoongi enters the room, gazing fondly at the hybrid as he sleeps. his cheeks are lightly dusted pink, and yoongi wants to kiss them. instead, he lifts jungkook from the table, and carries him out of the building and into his car. yoongi buckles him into the backseat, and begins their drive home. during which, he calls namjoon and asks him to pick up jungkook’s suppressants in an hour. he quickly agrees, upon learning about their situation(not forgetting to tease the ever loving shit out of yoongi), and the elder hangs up. when they're outside their apartment, jungkook is just starting to wake up. yoongi curses softly and carefully carries him out of the car and into the elevator. "hyung?" jungkook whines quietly, burying his nose in the elder's neck. "yeah, baby?" yoongi can't stop the pet name from slipping out, and he feels jungkook shiver in his arms. "too hot," "i know, honey," yoongi sighs, shifting jungkook’s weight in his arms so the boy is wrapped around his torso, allowing the elder to unlock the front door. yoongi carries the male inside, taking off both of their shoes before he feels something grinding ever so slowly on his lower stomach. for a second, he wonders what it is, and then he remembers their situation, and heat pools in his stomach. "jungkook-“ the boy whines, "hurts," yoongi scrambles for a moment, trying to figure out what he should do. he doesn't want this to go as far as it did last time, as the two still haven't talked about what to do during his heats(which is most certainly going to happen now). what does he do? does he put jungkook in his bedroom? keep him in there until his heat breaks? or should he put him in his own room? maybe yoongi's scent can calm him down. or arouse him. which ever it turns out to be. "baby, where do you want to go? your bedroom? my bed-" "couch," yoongi tries not to think about how it's the nearest surface and rushes over, trying to get jungkook to detach himself from the complete mess that is min yoongi before he can keep grinding his cock into his stomach. jungkook refuses with a whine. "hyung, don't leave," jungkook sounds like he's on the verge of tears and yoongi immediately tightens his grip on the boy. the elder's heart softens in milliseconds. "oh, baby, i'm not leaving. hyung's staying right here. don't worry," jungkook calms down and relaxes in his hold, pressing his nose into the crook of yoongi's neck. the man stifles a gasp as jungkook kisses his slightly sweaty skin, and falls into the couch between jungkook’s legs. It's a messy tangle of limbs and yoongi tries not to think about their position too much. "you're so good to me, yoongi. so, so good," the elder doesn't care that jungkook didn't tack a 'hyung' onto the end of that, because in a second, the boy is grinding up into yoongi's cock. "fuck, fuck, jungkook, you-" "feels so good," The hybrid moans. yoongi uses all of his strength to push himself away from jungkook, not oblivious to the pain in his heart as he did so. jungkook looks up at him with wet eyes, and sobs softly. "baby, we can't do that. not right now." "why not?" he cries, "hyung, why not?" "we haven't talked about this, sweetie. no touching like that anymore, okay? but you can come lay with me, if you want. i have work to catch up on, so you can sit with me so you won't be alone." jungkook calms down, nodding softly. he can barely control his hands, let alone his own thought, but he follows yoongi across the couch to sit at the very end. yoongi pulls out his laptop and sets it up on the arm of the couch. jungkook sits closely, resting his head on yoongi's shoulder and wrapping his arms around his middle. yoongi's face and chest heat up, but he ignores it and starts working. jungkook sighs behind him, rubbing his cheek on the man's back and shoulder. he shifts a bit, throwing his knee over yoongi's thighs, trying to get comfortable. yoongi's only able to get a phone call from namjoon and five minutes of work done before he has a lap full of a panting and whiny jungkook. "baby-" "why won't you touch me, hyung? it hurts; make it go away," yoongi sighs and wraps an arm around the hybrid's waist. he's barely managing to suppress the part of him that wants to absolutely ruin jungkook. but he knows doing more than what they've already done(which is still a grey area) isn't in either of their best interests, so he holds back and sighs into jungkook’s neck. "i wish we could, sweetie, but we really can't." the hybrid whines impatiently and grinds down on yoongi's thighs. he moans softly and runs his fingers through the elder's hair. "but you'd feel so good inside, yoongi. you'd fill me up so well, and-" yoongi groans, and pushes jungkook off his lap and onto the couch. he sits between the hybrid's legs and quickly covers his mouth with his hand. yoongi's unbelievably hard right now and it's getting harder and harder(pun not intended) to hold back. jungkook certainly isn't making this easy, and they both know full well that the boy knows what he's doing. in heat or not, jungkook likes playing games and pushing limits when the occasion arises. "no dirty talk, jungkook. that's not fair." yoongi gives the younger a look and shakes his head when the boy giggles. he fucking giggles. yoongi takes his hand away and sits back in front of his laptop. jungkook playful mood does a 180° and he begins to whine and whimper beside yoongi, throwing a fit. "please, hyung," he cries, "it hurts so much!" yoongi frowns, still trying to ignore the boy. "yoongi," the hybrid whines sitting up and grabbing at yoongi's thighs, "i need you," the elder sighs heavily and closes his laptop. he can't get anything done with jungkook constantly egging him on. he'd have to resort to drastic measures. yoongi turns to jungkook and beckons him into his lap. the boy happily complies, crawling into his hyung's lap and nosing his pulse. "will you touch me now? i promise, i'll be good." yoongi shakes his head though, standing with the boy in his arms. jungkook grinds his cock into the man's stomach again, and barely notices that he's being carried into yoongi's bedroom until he's dropped on the bed. jungkook’s heart races and his heat spikes as he smells yoongi all around him. "hyung-" he's quickly cut off as yoongi starts rolling him into the quilt. his arms are kept tightly bound to his sides as his whole body is covered with yoongi's quilt. jungkook whines, "what are you doing?" yoongi doesn't answer him, only smiles and scoops the boy up in his arms and carries him back out to the living room. the elder sits down, holding jungkook in his lap. "no! hyung, you have to touch me! please, i need you! i need to cum!" yoongi ignores him and opens his laptop again. "please! i need- i need you inside! i'd be a good boy for you, hyung! i promise! i'll be so good, and i'll take you so well! just touch me! please, touch me!" yoongi's cock throbs, and despite what he originally wanted to do, he turns to jungkook. "baby, no. we really can't. i told you, we need to talk about this so there’s no question about what you want, but it needs to be done when you’re in the right state of mind. so, no. i’m sorry, baby.” it's silent for a moment, then the hybrid frowns deeply, and begins to cry. "you don't want me! i knew it!" in an instant, yoongi's heart breaks and he curses everything in existence for not making them talk about this. why didn't they just talk about it? he could be helping jungkook right now, but no. instead, he's making an angel cry. he's going to hell for sure. yoongi cups the boy's full cheeks and looks him in the eyes, "no! baby, i do want you! but this is complicated, okay? this is super complicated." jungkook continues to cry, but he pays attention to what yoongi's saying to the best of his abilities. "you- you want me?" yoongi's cheeks heat up, but he nods with a soft 'yes' and a kiss on the nose. "promise?" the elder smiles, "i pinky promise." jungkook stares at him for a few moments, tears still glimmering in his eyes, but yoongi wipes them away. "it can't be a pinky promise if we don't lock pinkies." yoongi smiles, and then laughs, pressing a kiss into jungkook’s forehead. "i'd let you go if i could trust you to keep your hands to yourself." jungkook frowns childishly, but doesn't object or disagree. they both know he can't control himself at the moment. the hybrid squirms in yoongi’s lap and manages to scoot closer to him. he presses his face into yoongi's neck and sighs. the elder smiles softly and tightens his hold on the boy. they sit like this for a while. until jungkook’s heat comes back slowly and he's wiggling uncomfortably, rutting into the quilt, searching for any sort of friction or pressure. "i really need to come, hyung. it hurts," yoongi looks down at the panting boy in his lap and sighs softly.“do you want to go to your room?” jungkook scowls, only scooting further into yoongi’s hold."then, you have to wait a little bit longer for namjoon to pick up your suppressants. can you do that?" jungkook looks like he's about to say no, but yoongi tacks on, "for me?", and the hybrid can't help but let up. "he should be here soon, and after you take your suppressants, we can cuddle. how does that sound?" jungkook’s unbelievably hard, and his mind is swimming in everything having to do with yoongi and cumming, but he manages to answer. "sounds nice," yoongi smiles and turns back to his laptop, managing to ignore jungkook’s insistent whines and moans until he can hear namjoon unlock their front door. "hey, hyung," he smiles, seemingly unaware of jungkook’s is gasping and whimpering in yoongi's lap, "hi, jungkookie," "suppressants?" the younger nods, accidentally tossing the annoyingly crinkly paper bag in jungkook’s lap. the hybrid gasps, burying his face in yoongi's arm out of embarrassment. namjoon has the best aim, really. yoongi grimaces, "you should probably go," namjoon, equally as embarrassed as jungkook, nods quickly and practically bolts out the door. "sorry!" "come on, baby," yoongi sits the burrito of bunny hybrid up and opens the prescription bag. "do i have to, hyung? we could just-" yoongi smiles, "nope," jungkook groans, but opens his mouth for yoongi to drop the pill on his tongue and beckon him to swallow. he does so without water, and slumps against yoongi's chest in defeat. "you're gonna feel kind of shitty once these things kick in, but i'm right here, okay?" jungkook nods, cozying up to yoongi. he feels less on edge knowing his heat is nearly gone, but it doesn't help knowing that he'll still feel this way about yoongi, and won't be able to do anything about it. of course, they would talk about their situation, but what would that lead to? there was no telling if it'd end with yoongi feeling the same about jungkook as he does about the older male. jungkook’s biggest fear is that the combination of his feelings for yoongi and his incessant heat will drive the man away. he wouldn't be able to handle it. "baby? are you okay?" jungkook looks up and realizes belatedly that he's crying. he rushes to wipe the tears away, but remembers that his arms are tucked into yoongi's quilt. "i- i don't know," he sobs, "no," the tears in yoongi’s eyes confirms all he needs to know. he feels the same about jungkook. "baby," he wipes jungkook’s tears away and pulls him in closer, "the meds kicked in, huh?" the hybrid nods sadly, burying his face in yoongi's neck. "let's go to bed," the older stands with jungkook in his arms and brings them both back to his quilt-less bed. he practically unrolls jungkook like a carpet and climbs into bed with him. "come here, baby," yoongi frowns at jungkook’s slumped form and scoots closer, "let hyung hold you." something in jungkook finally decides to move, and he rolls over into yoongi's awaiting arms. the ache in his chest stops as soon as he's buried in the man's embrace, and he sighs contentedly. "you're too good for me, hyung." yoongi's heart skips a beat, but he counters, "you're the one that's too good for anyone. no one deserves you," the hybrid's cheeks burn, "i don't know, i think you deserve me."
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"no, hyung, you have to move your arm!" jungkook whines, shifting in yoongi's embrace. they'd been laying in bed all day and they were both starting to get uncomfortable in their current positions."there's no where else for my arm to go, baby.""just-" jungkook huffs, turning in yoongi's arms and pushing him onto his back before settling on top of him. "better,"yoongi can't breathe for a moment, but quickly recovers and runs his fingers over the hybrid's back. jungkook settles further into the man's embrace and sighs in content. if it weren't for more pressing matters at hand, yoongi could fall asleep like this(or, stay like this forever. whichever comes first)."you know, we'll have to talk about it at some point, right?"jungkook grumbles something under his breath and gives yoongi a dirty look before rolling off of him and toward the other side of the bed."no, we don't. we could’ve just cuddled."yoongi smiles softly at the hybrid's stubbornness. while he did wish they didn't have to talk about their current situation(that being jungkook’s heat), they need to clear several things up before anything happens."i know you don't want to talk about it, but it is important. i know you know that. i also know you're aware that we need to talk about it no matter how either of us are feeling."yoongi turns toward jungkook, wanting to reach out, but he holds himself back."i know," jungkook groans, "it's just- it's just embarrassing.""there's no reason for you to be embarrassed, baby. i know you're tired of me telling you, but it is completely normal.""i know, but- never mind."yoongi frowns, "what is it, jungkook?"the hybrid groans for what seems like the hundredth time and curls further into himself."i just don't want- i don’t want it to ruin what we have, you know?"yoongi's eyebrows furrow on their own as the words leave jungkook’s mouth. 'ruin what we have'? what is he even talking about? as if anything could ruin their relationship."what do you mean? that's not even possible."jungkook stiffens and turns around to face the older man. he's equally as confused as yoongi, but for a different reason."what? of course, it's possible. i could totally ruin everything, hyung."yoongi laughs nervously and reaches out for the hybrid."you're so silly,"jungkook wriggles out of his grip and starts throwing his hands around expressively. "i'm not being 'silly'! i could scare you away! or make you uncomfortable! what if i say something weird while i'm on my heat?""then we deal with it, jungkook." yoongi holds the younger's hands down; afraid he'd hit himself or yoongi. "there's nothing you could ever do or say that'd scare me away. you couldn’t even make me uncomfortable. i promise."jungkook deflates sightly, but not in disappointment. "nothing?"yoongi nods."why?"the man hesitates, his cheeks blooming in color with the answer. should he tell him? would he even be able to do it without passing out? is that on his list of capabilities, because at the moment it seems like it's not."because-" yoongi looks away awkwardly, "you know-""no, i don't know, hyung," jungkook leans in. it isn't enough to be invasive in the slightest, but it certainly is enough for yoongi's stomach to flip."because-" yoongi takes a deep breath, "because i care about you, okay?"he couldn't do it. not yet.jungkook sighs and sits back to look over the man's face. "you make big deals out of small things, hyung."yoongi wants to be offended, but he can't be when jungkook’s right. "i know. it's one of my many, many flaws."the two sit in silence for a moment. their cheeks warm and red. rain started to fall outside the bedroom window and yoongi takes it upon himself to speak up first."let's just get this out of the way; what do you want to happen when you're in heat?"jungkook didn't know his face could get so red. "i don't know," he says, barely above a whisper. he most definitely does know, though."do you want to handle it yourself? do you want to go to the hospital? have them give you medicine?"jungkook shakes his head in disgust, "no, i don't like the hospital. i just-"he stops, curling up and turning away. yoongi reaches for him, placing his hand on the hybrid's back."no, no, jungkook, don't do that. just tell me."the bunny groans and rests his head on the top of his knees. "hyung, it's embarrassing."yoongi shakes his head even though jungkook can't see it and leans in to wraps his arms around the younger boy's body. he already has an idea of what jungkook’s trying to say, but it has to be said out loud so everything's clear."you can say whatever it is you want, jungkook."yoongi can feel jungkook take a deep breath and tighten up before mumbling, "i want to spend my heats with you, hyung. in every way."silence fills the room once more and yoongi has to take a moment to collect his thoughts. what would this mean for them? does it mean that yoongi's gut was right and there are certain feelings mingling between them? are they still just friends? thoughts swarmed the elder's mind and jungkook huffs in his embrace."well, don't just sit there, hyung.""shit, i'm sorry, baby," yoongi sits back for a second, suddenly all too caught up in his mind and the feeling of jungkook in his arms.the hybrid unwinds himself from the tight ball he was in and moves away from yoongi. "i ruined everything, didn't i?"man, if yoongi thought he'd had his heart broken before, it was nothing compared to the expression jungkook had at that moment. it was a look that could have even the most evil people scrambling to make the boy smile again."baby, no! of course, not! i told you, you could never ruin anything." yoongi reached out for jungkook, "i was just thinking. i'm sorry."jungkook’s expression changed to one of relief, and yoongi's heart healed just a small bit.yoongi pulled him into a hug and kissed the top of his head, whispering another apology into his tea tree scented hair."i'd be happy to be with you during your heat, okay, sweetie?"jungkook nods against yoongi's chest and sighs more relaxedly now. the two lay back down into their original positions, now content and at ease after finally discussing what had been on both of their minds. now they have nothing to worry about, question, or doubt. everything is clear."hyung?""yeah, baby?""do we still have to pretend we're just friends?"